Release

"Staring at the ceiling

Making friends with the shadows

I hear the voices tell me

Please hold on for tomorrow

You may think all kinds of things

Perhaps I'm impaired, and unwell

Or fatigued

I need deep rest

I need some sleep

I will explode

I need some relief

I need to release

Technicolor electric lullaby on the T.V.

I hear the voices

There coming from an L.P.

Perfect stranger to this awkward melody

I will explode

I need some relief

I need to release

I'm not what you think

I'm not crazy for you

I am somehow effecient at what I do

I am somehow complete"